2019.04.26: PWN - LONE - LONE 22

Intro

A video is shown, with a little note in the lower right corner stating it was just after LONE 21: Opportunity.

It's moments after the match between Paula and Stitches.

Paula is on the right hand side, with her face and part of her gear covered in what looks like blood. A victim of Sister Catherine's red mist.

Paula is flailing her hands at her sides, fingers shaking.

Paula: Ewww ohmygodohmygodohmygod! This is so GROSS!

Gucci is to her left, trying to calm her down. The two are wearing their LONE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS around their waists.

Gucci: It's gonna be okay calm down.

Paula: CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?! -LOOK- AT MY FACE GUCCI! Sister Catherine got blood all over it! Oh my God! I hope none went into my eyes.

Gucci: Here we're gonna clean it up. Just don't move and let me get a towel.

Paula: I swear to God. I'm going to go get STD tests! Who knows what was in that blood! Who knows who she could've drank from!

Gucci: ... She drank from us.

Paula: Yeah but that was last month! Who knows who else she's made a meal of since then! Any of these hicks in this town!

Gucci retrieves a towel and starts to dab at her face, which starts to visibly calm Paula down some more.

Gucci: There we go...

Paula: If my tests come up positive with anything, I swear I'm gonna sue!

Gucci turns towards the camera now.

Gucci: The Damned... Oooh you're going to realize just how damned you are when we get you back for this. Whether we gotta venture to Transylvania in the daytime and stake you where you sleep, or beat you in the center of the ring at night, we're going to leave everyone saying that's SO Gucci!

Paula: There's nothing Gucci about this...

Paula begins to sob and Gucci dabs at her some more as the video fades out.

Spice & Ice vs. Generations

North: Welcome everyone to Supremacy: LONE 22 - Retribution 2! I'm Kevin North alongside my colleague DIC.

DIC: Capital D-I-C!

North: And what a night we got planned for you tonight as--

Cinnamon Girl by Neil Young starts over the PA and a very angry duo of Spice & Ice storm out from the stage curtain and march towards the ring.

North: Well it looks like we're going to start with Spice & Ice tonight, and they don't look very happy after what happened to them last month.

DIC: Cinnamon looks so mad, and it makes her look even hotter! Spicy indeed!

The two slide into the ring from the bottom rope and when they get to their feet, Cinnamon moves over to the stage hand and can be heard shouting.

Cinnamon: Gimmie a microphone!

Cinnamon snatches it from the stage hand. She then taps on it 3 times, mic picking up feedback.

Cinnamon: You know they call this show Retribution and you know what? After what No Fly Zone pulled last week, we want our retribution, dammit! You guys say you want to get even? Well come on out right now and give us a match! Ref, get out here!

A ref soon comes out from the ring curtain and jogs to the ring.

Cinnamon: Now we got a ref and you two got no excuses! Out! Right now!

Waiting for No Fly Zone, then Cross Off by Mark Morton featuring Chester Bennington hits the speakers to their surprise with a happy reaction from the crowd attending. The music doesn't stay on long as Ainslee Avalon and Anne Grayson have microphones.

Ainslee: Cinnamon... Violent Violet... you see we're out here right now because last month at Opportunity we dropped an open challenge after our victory. We made it abundantly clear what we're aiming for and that we're on the same page to succeed in getting it. And then that's when you came out running your mouth.

Anne: And since you did us a favor by coming out here; it sounds to us like you decided to step up once you dropped our names and talking about things that show you clearly don't pay attention to what's going on around you. And... ANNND it looks like No Fly Zone saved you from embarrassing yourselves even further because you clearly had no idea what you were talking about. Am I right? Pretty sure I'm right.

Ainslee: I'd say you've hit the nail on the head pretty well. So if you two even bothered to pay attention to the biggest threat to the Gucci Gals championship reign - that's us by the way -last month you'd know that we've got most of our differences behind us because we're seeing the big picture. But that's cool. It's fine and dandy and we don't expect you to take our word for it but we're happy to prove it. More than happy.

Anne: And in fact since last week we had ourselves a conversation with Jack E Bux and tonight the two of you have the privilege of facing the two of us. Spice and Ice versus Generations!

Ainslee: We were raised in this business. It's in our life blood. It's why we're called Generations - because this is all we've ever known. And can you two guess the best part about this?

Cinnamon: GET OUT OF HERE! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!

Anne: Well, Mister Bux says otherwise because Generations versus Spice & Ice, it happens now!

North: Wow! What an announcement! Ladies and gentlemen, we knew Spice & Ice would be here tonight, we had a feeling Generations would be, but never did we think we'd be seeing them square off right now!

DIC: No! I can't believe it! Ugh!

Cross Off is playing with Generations getting to the ring to the fade out of their music. Spice & Ice were definitely not too happy about being interrupted, nor being forced into the match but they knew that they had to deal with it.

DING DING

Starting off the match would be Ainslee and Violent Violet, the brawlers of the groups. The two come face to face in the center of the ring, Anne Grayson and Cinnamon on the respective aprons. The trash talk began real fast with Violet yelling at Ainslee that this was their shot and they deserved it a lot more than Generations, but Ainslee cocked a smirk before swinging a right hand and knocking Violet off of her balance and into the corner just on the other side of their corner. Ainslee wastes no time going in for the kill with a series of mudhole stomps into Violet’s gut dropping her into a seated position. Ainslee runs to the corner where Cinnamon is at and with an elbow strike it knocks Cinnamon off of the apron. Ainslee points her hand in the shape of a gun at Violet and rushes in with a very rough Yakuza kick. Violet starts to fold out of the corner but Ainslee puts her back and then points to Anne to the crowds approval.

North: This is a strong display of dominance coming from Ainslee very early on and it looks like she’s looking to bring her partner, Anne Grayson, into the fold too!

DIC: Look, Ainslee has been the queenie around these parts. Like, she was wifey material but this alliance she’s made with Grayson is just pitiful! My how the mighty have fallen! It’s like she went on an episode of Doctor Phil and came out supporting the Cash me outside girl!

North: Your opinions sway so fast, it’s too hard to keep up with your flavor of the week.

DIC: Look, if they stopped making poor decisions I wouldn’t have to keep calling them out and losing wifey material. SHE COULD HAVE MADE ME PANCAKES!

North: Somehow I don’t feel like Ainslee would do that but the way you flip around maybe she’d turn you into one. But the action continues in the ring and the crowd is hot with the tag being made! Ainslee Avalon has tagged in Anne Grayson!

Ainslee is making the call and stands in the middle of the ring, back to Violet.and Anne rushes to Ainslee who vaults her up and over. Anne flips in the air and crashes down with a dropkick to the seated Violet who instantly rolls to the outside of the ring and reconnects with Cinnamon to figure out their next move. But before they can even catch their breath, Anne is up and with a full running boost she jumps to the middle rope, springs up and flips over to the outside effectively coming down on Spice & Ice to the crowds appeal.

North: TOPE CON HILO! The diving flip body attack over the top rope and to the outside! Ainslee and Anne are picking things up to a whole new level tonight that we haven’t seen them go to since they were fighting each other! This is a prime example that they have the tag team championships on their mind.

DIC: This is depressing! How can Spicey Icey let this happen?! Clearly Generations are cheating here, North. CLEARLY! I mean you had to have seen those closed fists with Violet! Illegal maneuvers! There has to be something planned. THERE HAS TO BE!

North: I’d just like to chalk it up to the fact that Spice & Ice were just underestimating what this team could do. Last month they put out an open challenge and Spice & Ice instead of accepting it just talked down about them so they answered the call and they’re coming to win.

Anne slid back into the right and climbed the corner to celebrate with the crowd. Outside the ring, Violet had taken a brunt of the attack and though she wasn’t legal, Cinnamon snuck in. Ainslee started to get into the ring but couldn’t stop Cinnamon in time before she shoved Ainslee off the corner and spilling to the outside hard, hitting the apron on the way down. Ainslee kicked Cinnamon in the midsection and knocked her out of the ring. Violet though was up, though feeling the effects spins Ainslee around and just headbutt after headbutt, Ainslee goes down and rolls out from the Violent Tendencies. Violet still worn out though leans into the ropes and our referee begins the count, counting out Anne Grayson.

North: And the tides begin to turn with those vicious headbutts from Violent Violet and that jump in from Cinnamon. It looks like Spice & Ice are realizing what they’re up against and not to take the opposing team lightly.

DIC: That’s what they get for cheating, North!

North: How in the heck were they cheating? Why does Anne deserve to get shoved out of the ring in a way that she could be seriously hurt?

DIC: Because Ainslee used closed fists! Jeez it’s like you don’t even pay attention with all of these beautiful women around here. Aren’t you married or something, North? Your wife probably wouldn’t be too happy.

North: And it’s a wonder why you don’t have a wife.

DIC: Who needs one when you’ve got Cinnamon on speed dial? I’LL TAKE A LITTLE CINNAMON ON THAT! You know who doesn’t like a little Cinnamon? That pipsqueak Grayson. The two of them just disrespected the *rightful* Tag Team Champions by interrupting them tonight and making them wrestle when they weren’t even *ready* for it! Frankly they deserve whatever comes to them.

North: That’s the nature of the business they’re competing in though, and you know that. When you decide that it’s time to call somebody out, or you decide it’s time to lace up those boots like you’re ready for a fight, be ready for whatever fight comes your way. Anne and Ainslee have something to prove as a fresh tag team here in LONE and prove it they’ve been doing and prove it they shall continue to do.

DIC: Clearly they were calling out pigtails and karate girl. Anne and Ainslee had no business coming out here! Look at that, North; the count is up there! They could be learning a swift lesson here!

The ring-out count has reached 9, but Anne got up and slid into the ring and the count stopped. The crowd was very happy but Violet was not. She storms over to Anne and picks her up only to knock her down with a headbutt. Violet held onto Anne’s arm and picks her up again and headbutt again, again and again. After about 5 of those and looking to be tougher each time, Violet is even bleeding from her head a bit. Violet drags Anne to the Spice & Ice corner and just repeatedly stomps in her gut and forearms her face. Stomp, forearm, stomp, forearm, just over and over again. Anne can’t hardly stand and falls to a seat in the corner. Violet tags out and Cinnamon comes in. She flips off Ainslee in the far corner and then starts to foot choke Anne to the referee’s count of 4, releasing the hold by 5 and avoiding being disqualified and taunts to the crowd, her arms out and yelling at them to a chorus of boos.

North: Spice and Ice have taken the lead here in this bout showing excellent team work and keeping the ring separated. By keeping the high flyer grounded and keeping her away from the fresh Ainslee, this gives Spice & Ice a much stronger chance to walk away with the victory tonight!

DIC: Lesson. Learned. And it’s all because Ainslee had to go and side herself with that spot monkey. I’m telling you, North, that was a bad idea. Ainslee had the world in the palm of her hands. She could have been a star! But she came and took a crap on the DIC and ruined all of it!

North: I… have no words. But the crowd is trying to rally behind Anne Grayson to give her the energy to fight out of this and make the tag!

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Cinnamon can’t take it and pulls Anne by the hair out of the corner and she yells out “IT’S OVER!” and with her spinning heel kick finisher she calls Sugar & Spice. Anne lands hard and Cinnamon covers.

One… Two… Thr-NO!

North: Anne kicks out! Anne Grayson kicks out! She’s still alive and Cinnamon can’t believe it! Ainslee is going crazy on the apron and Anne is getting the energy from the crowd! Can she make it to her corner?!

DIC: SLOW COUNT! I DEMAND A RECOUNT! MAKE GRAYSON LIE BACK DOWN AND RECOUNT FASTER!

Anne is slowly crawling over to her corner but Cinnamon grabs her foot and pulls her back to the opposing corner but Anne rolls to her back and kicks Cinnamon off and into Violent Violet, knocking her off the apron to the floor. Anne has a second wind and rushes as fast as she can before jumping half way across the ring to make the hot tag. The crowd goes *wild* with Ainslee coming in and clothesline to Cinnamon but she pops up. Another, and another followed by an Arn Anderson style of Spinebuster and a quick cover but only two. Ainslee is now calling for the end and the crowd is rallying behind her. The energy from the crowd is getting Anne up, shrugging off the injury and giving Ainslee the signal to set up Cinnamon.

North: They’re calling it here, DIC! Generations are setting up for that brutal tag team finisher we’ve seen them use that we’ve learned they’re calling The Oracle Combination! Ainslee has that reverse wheelbarrow set up and Anne Grayson is climbing to the top!

DIC: Come on Violet! YES!!

Violent Violet saw it coming and was getting into the ring, running to stop Ainslee. Anne Grayson up top saw this and jumped over Ainslee/Cinnamon and dropkicked Violent Violet with a huge missile dropkick that sends her to the outside. Ainslee is calling for Anne to hurry up so she runs back to their corner, jumping over Cinnamon and rolling through and then running up the corner as she got to her feet. Quickly turning around at the top she jumps off with a shooting star leg drop connecting flush and rolls out. Ainslee holds onto the leg and turns Cinnamon around with a single leg arched crab and then starts to stomp into Cinnamon’s head repeatedly until she starts to tap.

DING DING DING

Baxter: Your winners of the match, by submission, Ainslee Avalon - Anne Grayson - GENERATIONS!

Cinnamon rolled out of the ring holding her head and Violent Violet was together enough to check on her. In the ring, Anne and Ainslee are motioning the “belt” style of taunt to them to say they’ll be champions while Cross Off plays.

No Fly Zone promo

The cameras cut to Kayoko and Felicia Hawkins sitting inside a car watching the show on what appears to be an iPhone tilted sideways and sitting on the dashboard. Each woman appears to have a large or perhaps an XL soda, taking sips out of the straw. The windows were rolled down as Felicia let her arm hang outside the driver's window before adjusting her backwards cap on her head and looking forward.

Felicia: What did I tell you, Kayoko? It's anarchy, it might as well be World War III out there! Generations looked good, they actually look lie a cohesive unit while Spice and Ice were as bullheaded as usual; they overlooked them and you just saw the result like everyone watching inside and at home. It's great to see new teams step up to the plate and Anne Grayson, Ainslee Avalon have everything it takes to take LONE by storm and leave a major impact. I mean they just beat the self-proclaimed number one contenders, or at least one set of them. You got The Damned positioned like they already own the belts without ever touching them, you got Pretty Trashy starting to show some real cohesion together and who knows how long before they decide they want to try and steal a slice of the pie.

Kayoko nods in between sips of soda as she begins to crack open what did indeed appear a packaged slice of pie in a triangular container; cherry to be exact. On top of the slice was a singular cherry, dead center.

Felicia: But you never forget who was first. No Fly Zone soared above the competition, we took on a crowded field and we ran through the tournament to be crowned the first ever LONE Tag Team Champions. Some would argue that we should still be holding those titles right now but what's done is done. Like we said a few months back we don't get mad, we get even. We set our sights on higher goals, taller mountains to conquer and greener pastures to graze upon. Not only do we plan on becoming the first ever two time tag team champions... we're going to set the all time record by the time we hang up our boots. It all starts with an opportunity and if everyone is going to be left to fend for themselves...

Felicia wobbled her left hand as she reached with her right for the soda to take a quick sip from the straw. Kayoko meanwhile is like an air traffic controller waving her hands,her expressions varying from sour like when its alluded to NFZ no longer being the champs to nodding her head and bringing a piece of pie across her throat on a plastic fork at the mention of getting even, before sly slipping the bite into her mouth.

Felicia: Then I guess it's up to us to set the new high score and remove all doubt and create a few ourselves. Just don't fly too close to the sun while trying to keep up with us because we're not just another highlight... we're /the/ aces of the tag division! So keep betting against us, put your money on everyone else; keep giving us more motivation! Victory will be sweet when that day comes but the satisfaction of denying both the Gucci Gals and Spice and Ice in the process... well that?

Felicia reaches over and plucks the cherry of Kayoko's slice and slides it into her mouth.

Felicia: Is just the cherry on top and it makes the entire package just that much sweeter.

Kayoko's mouth opens in shock at having the cherry plucked like a rodent like an owl swooping in swiftly and suddenly.

Kayoko: Nantekotta i, Ferishia! Watashi wa sore o taberu tsumorideshita!

Felicia smiles softly and opens up her pie container, offering the cherry on her pie to her.

Felicia: Sorry... got caught up in the moment! Here, you can take mine.

Kayoko's anger quickly dissipates as she smiles and pops the cherry into her mouth.

Felicia's eyes quickly dart back to the dashboard after the lighter moment shared between two friends and tag partners.

Felicia: So if you're a tag team in LONE, whether you're the Gucci Gals, Spice and Ice, The Damned, Generations, or anyone else feeling a little froggy you better buckle up tight, because we're ready to fly! One way or another that gold is going to find its way back home.

"Hurricane" Katrina Matthers vs Ashley Lopez

Baxter: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Rock You Like A Hurricane by the Scorpins hits the PA and “Hurricane” Katrina Matthers comes bursting from the curtain and wastes no time rushing to the ring.

Baxter: On the way to the ring! From Portland, Oregon, she is HURRICANE... KATRINAAAAAA MATTHEEEEEERS!

She slides in under the bottom rope, sitting up on her knees and making the devil horns sign with her hands before standing up and heading to the center of the ring where she flashes the metal hand signs again.

Baxter: And her opponent!

Britney Spears' "Piece of Me" plays as Ashley Lopez steps out from the curtain, a red carpet already drawn for her. She walks down the aisle holding up her hand to fans that try to touch her, pat her on the back or otherwise interact with her paying no mind or attention to them. At the end of the ramp she strikes a pose for LONE cameras as the flash goes off before sliding into the ring.

Baxter: From Hollywood, California! She is... ASHLEEEEEEEEY LOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZ!

DING DING

North: It's been quite a while since we've seen Katrina in action while Ashley Lopez is nearly screaming to make a name for herself as well.

DIC: You know, Katrina may hit like the force of a hurricane but that's no substitute for Hollywood starpower baybay! Forget the Kardashians, why doesn't Ashley have her own show?

North: I'm not sure the world is ready for another show like that...

DIC: Oh come on, I bet you with my family's connections I could get her a TV deal easily and get an executive producer's credit!

North: Now I'm convinced, 100% against this idea.

Katrina and Ashley quickly go to one another for a collar and elbow tie up. Ashley is quick to transition into an aggressively applied side headlock, cranking down on her head, trying to squeeze it like a lemon in a juicer. Katrina slides out and quickly catches Ashley in a sleeper hold from behind, as Ashley quickly scrambles and reaches for the ropes. Katrina pulls her backward and inward, trying to take her to the ground, Ashley however swings her leg backward and kicks her in the knee forcing her to let go and drop to a knee on the mat. Ashley quickly spins around and steps up on Katrina's body, using it to launch herself up to perform a double stomp on her collarbones. Katrina screams as she slumps forward on the mat as Ashley rolls to the ground as part of her landing.

North: Innovative offense there by Ashley Lopez, that's enough to end a match faster than a flash knockout. If either of those collarbones gave way most people wouldn't be able to properly defend themselves.

DIC: That's because the Hollywood Dream always brings a little bit of style along with the bright lights and paparazzi. You want to talk about a 10? I give her a 10 right there, and not just on sticking that landing if you know what I mean!

North: Sadly we all know what you mean. Not that she isn't an attractive woman but you seem to think with that 'other head' of yours more often than not.

DIC: I'm sorry, I forget that I'm with the Troop Master of the Prude Patrol. Lighten up, will you?

The referee is quick to kneel and check on Katrina who tries to move her hands up to her collar. Ashley screams at the ref to move as she goes in very low for a dropkick to the head. Ashley immediate tries to follow up with a cover. 1....2....KICKOUT! Ashley slams the mat and instructs the referee to count faster as she covers her again. 1...2...KICKOUT! Ashley slams the mat harder and drives an elbow repeatedly into her chest, trying to hit as close to the collarbones as possible, almost as if she were trying to break them. Katrina screams in pain again as Ashley stays on the ground after the final elbow drop and captures her arm and transitions into a crossface.

North: Ashley has shown a lot of aggression so far and the longer this match goes the more aggressive she's becoming in her strikes and holds. She's trying to prove to herself and the world that she's better than Rook.

DIC: I find it hot, personally. All that confidence, that ambitious drive and that nasty mean streak... I'm telling you Ashley baby, call me! Let the D-I-C make you a star on more than one screen!

Katrina struggles as the referee asks her if she wishes to give up, reaching desperately for the ropes that seem a mile and a half away. Ashley yanks back further, almost as if she was trying to either snap her arm out of socket or snap her collarbone like a wishbone, whichever would give first as Katrina screams again.

DIC: Come on, Kev, make a wish! She's going to snap that like a chickenbone!

North: That appears to be the intent. I don't know how much of this Katrina can take. She's in a very bad way right now and you have to start wondering how much this match is worth sacrificing your health over.

Katrina manages to push herself up just enough to roll backward, Ashley holding on to the hold but with her shoulders now on the mat. 1.....2......Ashley manages to roll back over with the hold still locked, ironically placing Katrina much closer to the ropes than before but still far from freedom. Katrina shouts a defiant 'NO!' when asked again if she wishes to submit as she manages to position her body upwards, to a knee and then to vertical base as she transitions into a powerbomb clutch before letting Ashley fall freely to the mat... and into a knee strike that catches her right in the lip! A loud 'Ooooomph!' is heard from Ashley as she falls to the mat.

North: A bucklebomb from Katrina with a surge of defiance to back it up! Where there's a will there's a way and you can tell she dug down deep to find the strength to deadlift Ashley like that just to break the hold.

DIC: I hope Ashley's okay! How has that move not been banned yet, do you know how many people have broken their necks taking that move? Where's OSHA? This has to be a safety violation!

North: I don't remember this type of concern when Wendy had her neck broken.

DIC: That's different, she deserved it! She got involved in a world she doesn't belong in! The circumstances were different! How callous can you be? Ashley could be hurt Kev! A living, breathing professional wrestler with Hollywood good looks! How is she going to keep in shape if she's paralyzed?

Katrina rotates her shoulders a few times trying to loosen them back up as she climbs to the second rope, waiting for Ashley to get up and when she does she jumps off and nails her with a vicious Tornado DDT! Katrina goes for another quick cover. 1.....2.....THR-KICKOUT! Ashley managed to just shoot her shoulder up.

North: Ashley Lopez just barely gets the shoulder up!

DIC: Come on, that's targeting! She's just trying to break her neck now! Where's the disqualification?! Where's the faux outrage now, Kev? Mr. Champion of Fair Play? Paragon of Ring Safety?

North: What, wrestling is a physical business. All of these moves are legal with the intent to wear down the opponent for a victory. There was nothing egregiously malicious about either move.

DIC: Maybe I should start calling you the Double Standard. Double Standard Kev, how about that?

Katrina shakes her head as she sits up on the mat, trying to recover, she rotates her shoulders again still trying to loosen them up further. She goes to scoop Ashley off the mat only for her eyes to get raked as the crowd boos loudly to show their disapproval. Katrina stumbles back with her hands over her eyes, temporarily blinded, as Ashley goes for another low dropkick, hitting her right in the knees and sending her down face first. Ashley looks ready to finish this match with the Walk of Fame, her curbstomp, but as she begins to back up something else catches her eye, Rook has hopped up on the apron.

DIC: What the hell is that ring rat doing here?!

North: She's returning the favor it appears. Last month in the main event Ashley and Hannah Kix formed an alliance and acted in concert with Alison and Lexi against a common enemy shared between the four of them. Turnabout is fair play as they say!

Ashley immediately changes her focus and goes straight after Rook, who hops off safely to the arena floor just before Ashley could hit or grab her. This gave Katrina just enough time to recover and spin Ashley around, catching her by surprise as she hits her with the Category 5, the black hole slam!

DIC: NO!

Katrina quickly hooks both legs for the pin as the crowd counts along. 1....2....3!

Baxter: Here is your winner... Katrina Matthers!

North: Kartina scored a big victory here tonight, albeit with an assist. Rook isn't going to fold in the face of numbers or danger and this act will no doubt add more fuel to the fire.

DIC: Do over! Ashley was screwed! This is a tragedy of justice! Where's Eugene Varano?! Somebody get her legal representation!

Backstage Segment: "The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne segment

After Ashley Lopez suffers defeat thanks to Rook returning the favor the feed cuts back to the parking lot just outside the arena. A black car pulls into the driveway as the champion herself, Alison Crowne could be seen in the driver's seat while Lexi Pryce was. The two appear to be chatting in the car with one another before the doors swing open and the trunk opens before they gather their respective bags. Alison Crowne was sporting a pair of emerald green sweatpants along with a black zip-up hoodie while Lexi Pryce was dressed like she was ready for a bar fight in a pair of jeans and a iron on image of Bux clutching his leg after it was wedged inside a chair and stomped on by the duo on her shirt. As they reach the rear entrance however the door appears to be locked. Alison pounds on the door a few times but the situation does not change; the door was locked and nobody appeared to be willing or able to let her inside.

Alison: Really? You're going to lock the LONE Champion out? You're going to lock Lexi Pryce out? I guess LONE must really be in financial trouble if Bux is taking the coward's way out. Another carny promoter skipping town!

Bux: Actually, no. I'm right here... or I should say I'm right inside... here.

A drone flies by and above Lexi and Alison with a small screen attached to it at the bottom, Bux appeared to be sitting at his desk inside his office.

Bux: See, neither one of you are allowed inside the arena tonight, not after what you two pulled last month. I don't know if you're in league or cahoots with Ashley Lopez and Hannah Kix and honestly at this point I don't care. But what I do care about is the safety of our fans, of our referees, our staff, and our wrestlers. The common denominator seems to always involve one or both of you when chaos and anarchy breaks out. So first of all, Lexi... you services are no longer required for tonight; I'm giving you the night off.

Lexi raises her eyebrow, clearly unimpressed as Bux smiles.

Bux: As a matter of fact, I insist. Enjoy whatever it is that you do. You can go cause a fight in a bar, you can... go hunt without a permit...you can even go across the street and crash on somebody's couch for all I care. But it will not be on the LONE dime and it will not be under my watch.

Lexi widens her eyes and wiggles her fingers under her chin as she took Bux's words as a joke instead of a directive.

Bux: But you Alison, you're going to be putting in a lot of work. See, you will be in action here tonight and you will be putting that Ladies of New England Championship on the line... in a falls count anywhere match! Outside of this arena, the fairgrounds... the entire city of Fallcoast, out of the county, state, country; if a LONE referee is there to count the fall that belt will be defended and your opponent for tonight is Ami Reeves!

Alison: You know, this is one step away from sending me a pink slip through FedEx, you know that? Using your little toy helicopter with a screen rigged to it because you can't stand the thought of being face to face with me. Do you think I'm your little lady gladiator, ready to spill my blood at a moment's notice because His Royal Majesty Jack E. Caesar demands to be entertained? Is this some kind of punishment for speaking my mind and taking control of my own career? Is the thought of someone carrying the LONE Championship that isn't a Jack E. Bux marketing creation that unsettling to you? 'How dare Alison Crowne think for herself! How dare Alison Crowne rebel against the mighty Bux Money Laundering Scheme! Errm... machine, machine! The Jack E. Bux Money Machine!' You're as crooked as a $3 bill. You know, with you the line between employee and independent contractor couldn't be any murkier. /All/ of us are independent on paper yet nothing ever sees the light of day without your approval, we're supposed to dance to your orders with none of the benefits offered to Joey pressing buttons at a cash register? I gave up a lucrative MMA contract in Las Vegas for /this/?

Bux: Alison, you know that I take care of everybody here. I saved your ass from a lawsuit after you broke Wendy's neck! I could've stripped you of that title for the things that you've done to Wendy, to the doctors, the medical staff but I didn't! I don't want to give you the easy way out, an excuse you can lord over everyone's heads' unfairly. You won that belt by hook or by crook and like it or not you are /contractually obligated/ to fulfill your duties until the moment you lose the belt. And when you /do/ lose that belt it's going to be in a decisive manner, there's going to be zero ambiguity in the rules, none! You may not deserve that kind of fairness but that championship does, every single woman in the back that you two have spit on and looked down upon deserve that, and these great fans deserve a product that they can be proud of! Once you lose that belt you can take your ball and you can go all the way back to Las Vegas, you can bitch and moan and cry on national television when you don't get your way there or you can pull yourself up by your bootstraps and earn your opportunities the /right way/. Like the old Alison used to do! When that time comes, the choice is entirely up to you but tonight you are going to defend that championship; outside of this arena and with no help from Lexi or so help me God I will make sure the both of you regret it!

Alison: Regret it? Okay, Sergeant Slobber, put that tongue back in your mouth and stop spitting on the camera. You want to play hardball? We'll play, oh we will play for keeps! You want a highlight? You're gonna get one... just don't try to use Ami's medical bills as another tax write off once I'm through with her. But whatever happens from here on out... that's blood on your hands and money coming out of /your/ pocket. Just remember one thing; you started this. Be careful what you wish for...

Bux: You better get ready, time's tickin, and it's tickin fast!

Backstage Segment: Pretty Trashy

We're backstage once more, and it looks like the camera has been set up this time and not being held as Terri Thompson and "Pretty" Faye Qent are in the frame. They're dressed in their ring gear, and Terri is sitting in a steel chair with it turned backwards, and Faye Qent is towering over her at her left hand side.

Terri: Heh, so Alison is paranoid. Alison thinks that Qent and I have been in cahoots all along.

Terri blows a raspberry while Faye shakes her head and does a thumbs down.

Terri: What's next? You're going to tell us that chem-trails turn the frogs gay and that Chuck E. Cheese pizza is recycled? Yeah, that's a thing. Look that one up.

Qent manages a laugh as Terri continues.

Terri: Alison is just showing more and more that she's scared, paranoid, because I went to Qent... like I said before, with a six pack and an idea. Now that the numbers are even, she doesn't know if Lexi Pryce will be enough to help her keep her title. That's all right... Alison, that's all right. Your time is coming sooner than later. Right now, the time is coming for the Stadtfelds. We've seen what they can do. Hell I've seen what they can do myself in 4WA. Amazing athletes, and they have the fact that they're blood to keep them bonded. Well, Qent and I aren't blood, but we're bonded.

She holds her first out to Qent, who gives it a pound.

Terri: Bonded by our upbringings, bonded about where we've come from, bonded about Alison laying in a pile of blood and broken bones, and bonded by the fact that we just... love this! This is our passion. Yeah, this is their passion too. And one thing they have that's an ace up their sleeve is the fact that they're twins. Well, I'm here to tell you..... Qent and I, we don't care which one of you gets in the ring, which one of you pretends to be the other. When we step through those ropes, you'll look the same as everyone else. Victims. Victims for our wrath. What we see... we're like bulls... we see red. And when we're done? The aftermath will look like a beautiful disaster.

The two stare into the camera as the scene fades.

The Stadtfelds vs. Pretty Trashy

Baxter: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Albuquerque, New Mexico, they are AMY and ANNA, THEEEEEEEEEE STADTFEEEEEEEEEEEELDS!

Baxter: And their opponents...

Bad Religion's White Trash (2nd Generation) starts up on the PA, leaving some fans confused as before with Generations, this music is unfamiliar to them. Suddenly Terri and Qent emerge from the gorilla curtain. The crowd roars with approval.

Baxter: They are the team of "Pretty" Fay Qent and Gutter Trash Terri Thompson, PRETTYYYYY TRAAAAASHYYYYYYYY!

Qent stands with her arms folded across her chest while Terri moves from one side of the stage to the other, throwing her arms up slowly in the air to try and get the crowd to stand up and cheer. The two then begin walking towards ringside, slapping hands with fans. At one point Terri moves to the ringside area and leans her back against the barricade as fans begin to pat her shoulders. She turns around and asks one fan to pour some beer into her mouth. They oblige and Terri turns away and spits it in a mist up in the air before sliding into the ring, meeting Qent in a corner. The two throw up a double high five.

DING DING

Anna and Terri start off as they circle each other in the center of the ring. They quickly close in on one another as Anna backs Terri up into the Stadfeld Twins corner and tags her sister in. Amy slides into the ring as the twins kick Terri several times before whipping her into the ropes. As Terri comes back on the rebound she ducks under both the twins' arms and rebounds off the ropes again and takes them both down with a double clothesline.

North: Whether Terri is seeing double or not, she was not fooled on that exchange! The Stadtfeld Twins came to play tonight, students of the 4WA right here in Fallcoast. A win would do a lot to kickstart their careers but Pretty Trashy isn't going to give them any handouts.

DIC: You know, as much as I love double trouble and all, after that exchange getting hitting a whiff of those smelly gutter pits off the clothesline the only thing I can truly say is... Stadtfeld Twins...Forever Unclean! They just went from solid 7s to 3s after that.

Amy quickly pops up and gets taken down to the mat with an arm drag, Anna pops back up soon after and gets nailed with a short arm lariat. With both twins down on the ground Terri tags Fay Qent in. Qent grabs Terri in a wheelbarrow positions and slams her on top of both of the twins before Terri rolls off and Qent barrels forward with a running senton onto the twins!

North: Pretty Trashy are firing on all cylinders in a hurry! Each month they're improving as a team and look at Terri, using herself and her body as a weapon for Fay Qent and her impressive power. That senton immediately after was just the frosting on the cake there.

DIC: I think I'm going to be sick... how do they smell even worse than last month? If only Bux would let Alison and Lexi in so they could take out this trash! I'll pay the damn trash pickup bill if Bux is really that cheap, anything to say adios to these two!

The referee loses track of which twin is legal as Amy rolls out of the ring, believing Anna to be the leal woman for her team. Terri rolls out and goes back to her corner as Qent stalks her prey, winding up her arm. As Anna gets up Qent charges forward and nearly takes her head off with her Tomahawk Chop clothesline, twisting her inside out as she flips in mid air before hitting the mat. Qent returns to her corner and tags Terri in, holding Anna up in position for Terri to hit the superkick before dropping her down immediately after with the package piledriver.

North: The Beautiful Disaster!

DIC: More like the Trash Compactor or the Barf Extractor. Make it stop!

Terri hooks the leg for the cover as the crowd counts along with the referee. 1.......2......3!

Baxter: Here are your winners, the team of 'Pretty' Fay Qent and 'Gutter Trash Terri Thompson.... Pretty Trashy!

North: Pretty Trashy secures another victory in impressive fashion. Regardless of DIC's biased outlook I think it's safe to say there's a new force running wild in the tag team division, if I was Prada Paula and Miss Gucci I would pray that Alison and Lexi keeps their focus elsewhere.

Ami Reeves vs. "The Highlight of the Night" Alison Crowne

DIC: Enough of that, enough. According to my sources it's time for the main event! The Highlight of the Night, my QUEEN, Alison Crowne is going to do what she does ever single night and prove why she's the Royal Standard of LONE. Everyone is Chasing the Crowne but nobody can seize the throne!

The camera follows Ami Reeves with the Legend of Zelda theme playing in the arena as she makes her way out of the locker room as it's being broadcast on the big screen in addition to people watching at home.

Baxter: The following match is a Fallcoast Fairground Falls Count Anywhere match in which both competitors are locked outside of the arena when the match begins... and it is for the Ladies of New England Championship! Introducing first, she is the challenger, from Boston, Massachusetts... Ami Reeves!

Ami reaches the exit, a security guard unlocks it and opens it as she and the referee steps outside, the door slamming shut behind them as the tumbler in the lock clanks.

Baxter: And her opponent, already somewhere outside the arena, from Gainesville, Florida she is the reigning and defending Ladies of New England Champion... 'The Highlight of the Night' Alison Crowne!

DING DING

As Ami looks around though Alison is nowhere to be found. Ami walks around keeping her head on a swivel as she scanned the parking lot. Alison could be nearly anywhere including on the highway to skip town, the fact that she may or may not even be there was no source of solace. Finally after several minutes of futility Ami spots a Corvette, a red 2016 Corvette Stingray to be exact with the trunk jarred open.

North: So far, no sign of Alison Crowne. Might as well be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. She could be halfway out of town by now or waiting to spring an ambush. That said, that open trunk looks highly suspicious.

DIC: Ami can blame Bucko Boy if she doesn't like it. He's the one that locked her out of the arena to begin with. You play the hand you're dealt and right now I like the champion's chances.

Ami slowly walks towards it and expecting an ambush opens it swiftly from the side. No Alison, just a set of golf clubs; well nearly a complete set anyway. Ami sighed as it appeared to be a false alarm, but little did she know what lurked nearby. The crowd boos from inside the arena as they watch Alison Crowne creep out from behind a nearby car. She was still wearing a pair of emerald green sweatpants from earlier when she was locked out of the arena but she had enough time to put on her gloves and elbow pads at least, and she appeared to have already been wearing the black top to her ring gear under her hoodie. Alison wore a cheshire grin as she gripped the missing club from the set, the driver as she crept up behind Ami and with a powerful swing nails her right on the inner left thigh right above the knee.

DIC: FOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEE! That swing will make you beg for a Charlie Horse instead!

North: A golf club was never intended for that kind of use, but sadly it's legal. Well, by the letter of the rule anyway for this match. Breaking into someone's trunk and vandalizing their clubs... that's a separate matter.

Ami screams as she clutches her thigh and nearly falls to the pavement, the trunk being the only thing saving her from a nasty fall. Alison swings for the fences again, this time only narrowly missing as the driver collides with the rear bumper, mangling it club in the process as Ami rolled out of the way just in time. Amazingly Ami remained on her feet.

North: An expensive club not reduced to a twisted, bent piece of metal! Alison keeps on saying “fine me” but I don't think she realizes that the knick on that paint job is worth more than her entire paycheck! I think she's now operating at a loss for the month!

DIC: I'm sure she's already got an insurance policy after all the lost wages Bux has inflicted upon her. How anyone can wrestle here with that kind of boss without one is baffling. I had a very good attorney help me negotiate my iron clad contract but most of these ladies aren't nearly so fortunate to have that negotiation power.

Alison slams the club down in frustration and grabs another from the trunk, a 9-iron this time, as she spun it around with the flick of her wrist. Alison swung again and again Ami barely got out of harm's way, ducking as the club smashes the driver's side window. Ami hits a high kick to Alison's head, stunning her and causing her to drop the club and stumble backwards. Ami rushes Alison with a series of palm strikes to the chest and head before kicking her in the right knee, sending her down to her knees before grabbing her head and slamming it right on the trunk. Finally the car alarm goes off.

North: Either way, I think the owner of that vehicle better ask for a refund because that alarm DID NOT do it's job!

DIC: I bet you some chop shop in down sold it to the owner. Sounds like it's right up that felon Fey Qent's alley.

Ami quickly covers the champion as the referee drops down to his knees to count. 1....2.... KICKOUT!Alison manages to get the shoulder up. Ami struggles to get up as she clutches her thigh again, already red it's beginning to form a black and blue bruise while Alison is trying to shake off the cobwebs. Ami is first to her feet and she's quick to put the boots to Alison as she stomps on her several times before forcing her to her feet and dragging her back towards the rear entrance of the arena. Alison wriggles out of her grasp and is quick to catch her in a hammerlock as she drags Ami back towards the parking lot and towards the fairgrounds proper where a security golf cart was parked with two portly fellows in black SECURITY shirts were enjoying some donuts. The security is quick to shout warnings at Alison Crowne to stay away and get back. Alison stops and drives a few knee shots into the bread basket of Ami, staying about ten feet away as one appeared to be reaching for a gun on his hip holster.

Rent-A-Cop: Stay back Alison! Don't make me use this! You may collect martial arts like gym badges in Pokemon but I'm a marksman! Don't do it!

Alison stopped and rolled her eyes and whipped Ami towards the cart with the strength of a hammer, sending her right into the driver's side, causing one to tip over and knock over the other like a pair of dominoes falling over. The cop that shouted the warning tries to pull himself back up but falls out of the driver's side onto the pavement. Alison goes for his gun on his hip which by now is obvious to everyone viewing that it was indeed a stungun with the yellow pistol grip, the security officer struggles and tries to stop her but accidentally pulls the trigger himself, causing two prongs attached to wires to fire into his boot as the wires cackle to life, the electricity surging through them for several seconds.

North: Alison just did it again! First Wendy, then the doctor, then the referee and now a security guard!

DIC: Actually, Paul Blart just did it to himself. The Rent-A-Cop pulled the trigger there and there's not enough OxyClean to go around to wash out the piss, shit and shame out of those shorts!

Alison throws her hands up and steps back to avoid the current from hitting her as well, having let go with approximately half a second to spare. The security officer twitches on the ground from the electrical current that went through his body, the other security officer on the other side wisely lays prone and doesn't attempt to get up, thinking that this job was now far above his pay grade and not worth the additional risk. Alison grabs Ami by the hair and tosses her onto the back of the cart as she hopped in the driver's seat.

Alison: We're going for a ride, Ami, your last ride!

DIC: Do you think Bux is regretting this yet? I mean, he /is/ taking the insurance hit on this now.

North: I hate to say it but you may be right. So far this feels more like a reward than a punishment.

Alison presses her foot on the gas pedal as the electric cart comes to life. The referee tries to run after them but is quickly left in the dust. The referee looks around frantically for some way, any way to catch up and at around this time Kayoko and Felicia can be seen stepping out, each carrying their bags over a shoulder and Kayoko with a skateboard in her hand. The referee sees this and runs over and snatches it from Kayoko, who immediately screams at him in Japanese and shakes her fist at him.

Referee: I'm sorry, I'll bring it back!

The referee drops the skateboard with a running start and hops on it, propelling himself forward to catch up to the action.

North: A skating referee... I've seen it all now.

DIC: Oh, keep watching. I feel like we're just at the tip of the iceberg here.

The cameras catch up to the action as the cart grinds to a halt, causing Ami's body to slam against the back of the cart before nearly rolling off. The various carny games have begun to go up; the classic milk bottles where you throw a softball to knock them down for a prize (usually rigged), the water gun race where water is shot into a target to fill the meter, balloons and darts, a jumbo basketball hoop in netting, several concession stands. If you could picture it at a fairground and it wasn't a ride it was likely there. Alison steps out of the cart and throws several heavy rights at Ami's face before dragging her to her feet by her hair and tossing her over the counter and grabbing a nearby softball, spinning and tossing it up and down in her hand. Ami slowly starts to get up as Alison throws a fastball at her head, narrowly missing the mark as she knocks down a set of milk bottles. The noise startles Ami and perhaps jolts her back to full alertness as Alison grabs another softball and winds up for another fastball. Alison throws another but Ami managed to catch it, spinning on her feet as she does to roll with the momentum and then returns fire herself with a curveball at Alison! The pitch hits Alison right in the stomach, causing her eyes to nearly pop out of her head, immediately clutching it and falling to her knees and then to the ground.

North: The power behind that pitch to the gut might as well be an amplified, extended sucker punch. You're looking at maybe 85mph of force behind that one. That'll take the wind out of anyone's sails.

DIC: You really think that ball is regulation? It's from a carny game! Who does Bux think he is allowing this and everything else under the sun?!

North: He's the boss and few minutes ago you seemed to have no problems with it. I'd say the champion is out and down for the count, at least for a minute or two after that and if a referee was nearby there's a good chance Ami could threaten to walk away as champion.

Alison is sucking in air pretty hard as she laid on the ground as Ami hopped over the counter and scooped Alison up, lifting her up high in a military press before hitting the snake eyes on the counter, dropping her unceremoniously. Alison's head bounces off the counter before hitting it again as half her body was slumped over it, something Ami takes immediate advantage of as she backs off and sprints a full speed to drive her knee right into her back. Alison gasps and groans in pain as she was definitely on the ropes hanging on by a thread, she knew it, and more importantly Ami knew it too. Ami tossed Alison over the counter and hopped over it herself and with a fistful of hair she tossed the champion into a row of milk bottles, knocking each and everyone one of them over. The momentum of the toss carries Alison over to the edge and tears a hole in the canvas as she falls out the other side as several of the bottles fall upon her.

North: Rigged or not that's more than enough to knock all the bottles down. Forget the wrestling, this is a full blown fight now.

DIC: This isn't how you should treat your champion! Even Bux should be smart enough to realize that you can't make money of your champion if you put her in situations over and over again to get injured! He's on a damn power trip, Jack E. Bux thinks he's Julius Caesar! This is disgusting!

Ami heads for the hole in the canvas to keep her foot on Alison's throat (in the metaphorical sense) but Alison has just enough time to grab one of the bottles and slams it into Ami's face, the bottles being made of metal and not just metallic paint, which may or may not be worse in the current situation. Alison struggles to get up but eventually makes it to her feet. With no referee in sight still she shakes her head and tosses her hands aside dismissively as she tries to walk away.

DIC: You can't become the champion if you can't pin her; that's the one thing Bux forgot to take under consideration. He thought he'd deny Alison champion's advantage but the greatest advantage a champion can have is being as far away as possible, if you can't find her you can't win!

North: Unfortunately that's true. Ami is still technically in this match but she's already got a bad bruise on her thigh and her face is definitely going to swell in time after taking a metal bottle to the face.

Alison limps through the fairgrounds looking to put as much distance between her and her challenger as possible. A groundskeeper with a grey mustache, grey coveralls and a red hat is quick to walk up to Alison.

Groundskeeper: You're not supposed to be here! Maintenance.

Alison glares daggers at him as she menacingly walks towards him as he throws his hands up defensively.

Groundskeeper: Not my rules! I have a family.... I have kids... a wife.... see.... see?

The groundskeeper fumbles for his wallet and as he opens it a small booklet of photos unravels and drops down.

Groundskeeper: I'm just trying to make an honest living. Please, I don't want to have to call the police but you're trespassing right now. I ask that you please leave, okay? You don't have to hurt me...

North: No....no.....no, no, no, no! Alison, don't do this! This man isn't even employed by LONE!

DIC: But he's in her path. The only reason he's in danger in the first place is all because Jack E. Bux locked her outside the arena and forced her to compete outside. Legally that makes him responsible!

Alison: Oh, but I /do/.

Her eyes widen full of malice as a sick grin spread across her face.

Alison: You know Jack E. Bux? You know Bux?

Groundskeeper: Y-y-y—yes! Mr. Bux, I know who he is.

Alison: That's who you can sue for making this match and what happens next. Your blood is on his hands!

Alison throws a hard right which drops the groundskeeper immediately, almost in comical fashion as he spins on the way down and faceplants.

DIC: See, she knows, Kev!

North: Throw her ass in jail. That was a vile and reprehensible act! No excuse for that, none.

Alison stomps on the groundskeeper twice for good measure before getting clubbed in the back of the head by a milk bottle from Ami! Alison falls over as Ami is quick to lock in the STF despite Alison screaming in pain and furiously trying to block it by moving around! Alison is tapping on the ground furiously with the hold locked in tight, before the life leaves her arm and falls limp soon after. Ami finally releases the hold and as she looks around no referee is in sight

North: Ami Reeves just made the champion tap out! She should be the champion right now, and she would if the referee was closer!

DIC: Blame Bux, Blame Bux, and Blame Bux. I've been saying this so many times I should file a trademark and print it on t-shirts. He locked them outside, he made this falls count anywhere and Fallcoast, nay, the world is a very big place!

Ami tries to pick up Alison but she struggles with all the dead weight and the bruise on her thigh begins to remind her of its existence as the adrenaline begins to wear off. Ami limps to the security cart approximately 35 feet away and is ready to put her foot to the pedal when the referee finally comes into view, skating his heart out before wiping out near the cart. Ami goes to help him up and into the passenger seat of the cart as they take off towards their destination but as they arrive Alison is nowhere to be found.

North: I don't know how but Alison must've either just rolled out of sight or forced herself to her feet during the brief reprieve.

DIC:This could turn out to be a very long night then, she could be right under their nose or she could've already made for the hills!

Ami and the referee scour the area, patrolling in the cart. Alison meanwhile stumbles towards a haunted house and ducks inside the entrance hoping to hide out until the heat cools off. The referee points to the haunted house to Ami as they just barely catch a glimpse of someone entering it and by process of elimination quickly deduce it had to be the champ herself they make a bee line towards it.

Inside the dark building Alison took a moment to catch her breath, her hands on her knees inside the dingy looking interior. Her eyes darted around the room as she looked up and began to make her way deeper inside. Smoke shot up from a nearby machine in an attempt to jumpscare as she walked by, a startled Alison socked an animation robot skeleton right in the jaw causing it to hang down rather loosely out of impulse and instinct. The skeleton had the unfortunate accident of dropping down in front of the wrong person.

North: Right now Alison knows no peace, she has no peace in her heart. She's damn near on the edge of paranoia and for what?

DIC: For the gold, that championship. That is her religion now. The power that fifteen pounds of gold bestows upon its owner, the fame it attracts. And when you're a marked woman, when you're marked for death because everyone around you wants to take your spot you will resort to any means necessary to keep what you fought and struggled to earn. Something only a winner would know, Kevin. You wouldn't understand.

Alison begins to look over her shoulder in an ever increasing sense of paranoia as she wandered through the house. Alison stops to put a hand against the wall and leans against it her breathing finally coming under control. However her reprieve would only be a momentary one as Ami Reeves quickly peeled out of the corner, sprinting for Alison Crowne as soon as she saw her around the corner of the doorway as the two begin exchanging a flurry of muay thai kicks and strikes, matching each other blow for blow. Alison tries to go for the sweep but Ami jumps over it and goes for a muay thai kick to the head. Alison blocks the kick and grabs the leg, Ami attempts to counter with an enziguri but misses but hits with a followup mule kick to send Alison falling backwards onto her rear. Just when it looked like Ami was about to take the match for good however....

North: Ami is in complete control now but wait... what's that behind her? That ghost is moving a little too fluidly and freely, and it's creeping up right behind Ami.

DIC: I don't see any Ghostbusters around here but I think that ghost just miiiight end up being a dream buster for someone...

The 'Ghost' snared Ami in a full nelson as Alison flashed a cocky smirk as she started kicking Ami repeatedly in the stomach. Ami managed to somehow slip free and dropped to her knees, throwing a desperate elbow into the 'Ghost's' stomach causing it to double over. Alison kicks Ami in the thigh to force her to a knee before Alison and the 'Ghost' sandwich her head between simultaneous knees to the head. The sheet falls of the 'Ghost' at this point revealing it to be none other than Lexi Pryce!

North: What the hell?! Lexi Pryce was banned, she was sent home! She was sent home specifically so she couldn't bail Alison out!

DIC: What are you going to do, disqualify Alison in a match where anything goes? Get a clue, Kev, don't be such a dweeb! This was brilliant, this was a stroke of genius! Good luck enforcing /that/!

Alison immediately goes to follow up with a pin, slapping her hand on the floor several times to tell the referee to count. The referee however doesn't, instead getting into an argument with Lexi Pryce and how she's not supposed to be here. Alison pops up angerly and gets in the referee's face ordering him to count, the referee continues to argue his case and claims that he won't do it with Lexi here.

North: Good for him! It's about time somebody stood up to them! No disrespect to Terri but she can at least defend herself and fight as an equal but our referees, our nonwrestling colleagues don't deserve this abuse!

DIC: Famous last words; but I'll tell you what, that's a bold move Kev-o. Let's see if it works out for him.

With that, enough was enough, Alison and Lexi weren't going to take his refusal lightly as they both began to punch and kick him all the way to his knees on the floor. Each woman took their turns punching him in the face while the other held him up on his knees before dragging him to the doorway and tossing him outside Jazzy Jeff style.

North: That might as well been a gang beat down! How is she still the champion? I know what Bux said earlier tonight but you got to draw the line, where is it?

DIC: Where is it? That line doesn't exist. Alison knows exactly how far she can push, he would've fired her already if he was going to. A Queen doesn't subject herself to the rule of others, Bux is just a puppet who doesn't realize he's having his strings pulled. A figurehead and nothing more. Like it or not Alison Crowne is money and he'll stuff that big fat check in his pocket while protesting all the way to the bank! Money talks!

Alison and Lexi laugh at the referee's plight but quickly Alison grabs Lexi by the arm and ducks away as a very audible 'Oh shit!' could be heard as Ami was back on her feet and swinging a two by four with a nail sticking out of it, the board puncturing and sticking into the railing of the house. Alison and Lexi make a mad sprint for a nearby maintenance truck as Lexi instructs Alison to hop into the bed of the truck. Lexi opens the door and presumably hotwires the truck to life as the engine roars. The truck peels out as Ami frees the board and runs after them, chucking the board out of frustration.

DIC: She... Ami... could've just killed them! You want to talk about lines? Jack E. Bux almost just sanctioned murder on live TV!

North: I'll admit... I don't condone that kind of attack at all by Ami. I get her frustration but that doesn't condone or justify potentially lethal force. Heat of the moment or not that was wrong.

Ami could easily give up right now but the hunger in her eyes tells the story of a woman who wouldn't let herself be denied. She grabs the referee and drags him over to the golf car, putting him in the passenger seat before giving chase to the truck. The truck pulls away for half a mile as Alison sat against the rear window in the truck bed as Lexi drove the stolen vehicle before coming across a road block with no way forward. Thinking they're home free they pull into a nearby grocery store and park in the parking lot as the two friends got out of the vehicle and walked inside.

Alison: I don't get paid enough for this. I spill my blood under the LONE banner almost every other month while some jackass puts 'All Ages Show' on the banners making money off my sweat and blood and I get locked out of the damn arena. I put this damn company on my back, Lexi. You see? You see what I have to put up with? I shouldn't be on a first name basis with the blood bank.

Alison and Lexi walk in as Alison cracks open a red Gatorade and starts chugging it inside the store.

Clerk: Ma'am, you going to pay for that?

A spectacled young woman looked up from the counter as Alison gave her a dismissive hand waive.

Alison: You know who I am, right? Put it on Bux's tab, he owes me money. He keeps taking it out of my paycheck like I'm some second rate citizen. Fine this.

Alison finishes the bottle and tosses it aside over her shoulder.

Alison: Can't even give me a damned guaranteed contract.

The cart pulls up at the store shortly after, the truck sticking out like a sore thumb. Ami slaps the referee awake, who groggily shakes his head and stumbles out of the cart.

North: I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to say it. Call the police and cancel the match. To expose innocent people to risk, even more than what's happened already... I can't accept that. I get what you were trying to do Jack E. Bux but this has spiraled out of control. Stop this match before somebody seriously gets hurt.

DIC: You know what no. He made his bed, now he has to lay in it with all the consequences and fallout. You want to talk about Retribution? How about all those dollars, all those Benjamins flying out of his wallet to cover property damage and injury settlements? Justice is blind and/that/ is retribution. I say let it roll!

The clerk sees this and just shakes her head as they keep coming. It doesn't take long before they find each other again as Ami looks up and down each aisle, meeting Alison and Lexi in Aisle 5. Alison and Lexi grab a pair of brooms while Ami grabs a mop and they swing back and forth at each other, almost like Obi Wan and Qui Gon vs Darth Maul except the roles were reversed; two villains to one hero. Ami is surprisingly good with the mop as she's able to fend off both Alison and Lexi simultaneously before Lexi resorts to grabbing some cans from the end of the aisle and chucking them at Ami. Ami ducks and bats several of the cans down as Alison dips around the corner and out of view. Ami bravely weathers the storm and reaches the end of the aisle as Lexi backs up, trying to use the broom to keep her further away. However it appeared to be a set up all along as Alison was barreling forward at full speed with a shopping cart heading straight for Ami! Ami appeared to be trapped but she flattened her body against the wall as Alison hit Lexi instead on accident! Lexi flips into the cart off the impact and down the aisle as the cart's momentum kept carrying itself forward.

North: Ami almost got ran over by a shopping cart but instead Lexi takes what might be her last ride!

DIC: No, Lexi! That wasn't supposed to go like that! That damn snake Ami slithered out of the way!

Alison puts her hands on her head in shock as she accidentally hit her best friend! Ami swings downward with full force on Alison's head, snapping the mop in two!

North: They're going to kill each other... they're going to fucking kill each other!

Alison falls to the ground. Ami stumbles several times as she tries to make her way to Alison as she's exhausted by now, crawling the last few inches after falling down to hook both legs. 1.........2........BONK!

Alison grabbed a nearby can, perhaps out of instinct and smashed it into the back of Ami's head, making her let go of her own pin and roll off her body! Alison crawls forward on her hands and knees, trying to use everything she has left to get away from her fellow martial artist, someone who has thrown everything and the kitchen sink at her. Ami begins to come to several moments later and seeing Alison begin to crawl away she begins to give pursuit by crawling after her. Ami slowly begins to gain on Alison as it becomes a de facto race to the end of the aisle and back towards the entrance/exit of the store. Alison barely pulls herself up with the shelves, sending cereal and food all over the floor with har hands sliding them off the shelves to try to hinder the challenger. Ami pulls herself up and navigates the minefield as they both end up near the magazine rack near the big window to the entrance. Alison throws a desperate right at the challenger, who weaves out of the way and hits a counterpunch from the left. Ami Reeves throws a high Muay Thai kick to Alison's head, connecting dead center and stunning her in place as she maneuvers behind her and by gripping her around the waist and lifts backward....... backward........

….and German Suplexes Alison Crowne through the window to the outside!

North: OH MY GOD! NO! NO! SHE COULD HAVE SHARDS OF GLASS EMBEDDED IN HER SPINE, SHE COULD'VE CUT A MAJOR BLOOD VESSEL!

Alison screams in pain as shards of glass stick into her arms and back, her back arching and leg twitching involuntarily before she lays limp on the ground.

DIC sits in silence in sheer shock and disbelief.

North: SHE'S DEAD, SHE'S DEAD, DIC! SHE'S DONE FOR!

Ami lays on the ground inside the store, her energy reserves absolutely spent. She manages a smile as she slowly sits up and sees the champion who appears to be out cold from her last desperate offensive. Ami pulls herself up and begins to walk towards the shattered window when she feels herself turned around from behind.... Lexi with the stunner! Lexi hits the stunner on Ami! Ami falls to the ground out cold herself as Lexi rolls Ami out of the store and throws Alison's arm on top of her. Before the referee can protest Lexi grabs a shard of glass and holds it up to the referee. The referee nervously drops down to count the pin, his face and eyes full of anxiety and fear. 1.......................2............................................................3!

Baxter: Here is your winner and.... STILL.... Ladies of New England Champion... 'The Highlight of the Night' Alison Crowne!

The TV audience can hear Baxter and the subsequent booing over the broadcast as Lexi drops the shard, the referee swiftly getting the hell out of dodge.

North: And despite everything... Lexi coerces the referee to count the pin after striking the final blow herself. I... I don't have any words for this.

DIC: Winners win, that's all that needs to be said. Winners find a way to win even when the odds are stacked against them. You want to talk about heart, the heart of a champion? Look no further than Alison, the Queen of my heart! And STILL your Ladies of New England Champion!

Lexi slowly helps Alison to her feet as the two share a few quick words between each other. Sirens can be heard in the distance swiftly closing in. As the sirens begin to close in another looming threat is speeding down the road; it was Pretty Trashy; Terri Thompson and Fay Qent in a car, arriving too little too late to even the odds. Alison and Lexi look at one another as they appear to be trapped by a choice between bad and worse. Suddenly a car horn goes off, the camera panning to the side of the parking lot to a black limousine that had just recently pulled up. Alison and Lexi look at one another as the car horn beeps again and the back door opens. The two sprint and nearly dive into the back seat as the limo peels out just before the police and Pretty Trashy arrive on the scene, with the police inadvertently cutting Pretty Trashy off before the chase could begin. Terri could be seen slamming her hand on the dashboard as the limo quickly disappears from sight down the road.

North: That... that's all we have time for tonight. Thank you for letting us into your homes tonight, I apologize for those in attendance that may have their commute home disrupted because of this. Who's in the limo, what will the fallout be? Tune in next month where hopefully... we'll have some answers. For my broadcast partner DIC we will see you next month!

As the commentary ends but before the feed cuts out the camera cuts back to inside the store, the crowd cheering as Frank Washington is seen standing at a register with a receipt in hand and an open Slim Jim in the other. Two officers arrive inside the building with them baring two name tags, 'S. L. Johnson' and 'R. Read'. S. L. Johnson turns to his partner and shakes his head.

S. L. Johnson: He did it again, I can't believe he did it again. And nine years later too.

The officers approach Frank Washington who looks perplexed not only by the scene in front of him but the officers approaching him.

R. Read.: Frank Washington, you're under arrest for property damage of a grocery store, among other related crimes. You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one one will be appointed to you. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.

Frank Washington: You got the wrong person... I didn't cause this! I mean, I caused the last one... but that was nine years ago.... in Louisiana! At a WalMart!

S. L. Johnson: What, were you looking for 'The Badger' again, was that it? It's been nine years already, how long does it take two wrestlers to make up and be friends?

R. Read: I'm telling you, I knew this guy was going to re-offend eventually!

The officers begin to cuff Frank, who while he doesn't physically resist arrest continues to plead his case.

Frank Washington: I didn't do it! I'm innocent this time!

S. L. Johnson: Yeah yeah, save it for the judge.

With that the feed fades to black as Frank Washington is being put in the back of a police car.